I had no interest in becoming an honorary Newfoundlander, but I did try the Screech. I can see why Newfoundlanders like it, the burn of the cheap rum washes away the lingering aftertaste of cod tongue.

As someone who enjoys things like, well, civilization, the thought of spending three weeks in rural Oklahoma wasn’t the most thrilling proposition. Then again, I go where the work is, so off to the Will …

Just when I was at my lowest, hating life and Keystone state, an amazing string of events unfolded before me at a Sheetz gas station in Bloomsburg, Pa. that changed my opinion of this town …

If you ever have the chance to see it, if even briefly, take the opportunity. I’m not a big fan of nature, in general, but the drive down Howland Hills Rd. through the northern part of the park was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

This is the best wedding entrance ever. Or as my friend Julie put it. “This is the reason why you should have fun friends ”

In July of 1988 I spent a month in Europe with my family. All seven of us packed into a Volkswagen van and drove through Western European countries. I was nine years old at the time.